Lyrics:
tell me, baby
How you gonna do it if you really don't want to dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get your back up off the wall) tell me
How you gonna do it
nothing's confusin'
Why, why, why? It's the corruptor's execution
It's the corruptor's execution
Now, we get the cash the stash and bash
Your brains all over
shape
Flipmode on every mix tape, watch you cats get scrape
Rampage Alexander the great
What!
Better run for cover for it's too late
What!
You
keep the K
Bash a dude's wig over Baby Bash
He my smokin' nephew, we be checkin' brazin' cash
We kept G's on the omni floor
Put the bloody bills with
Boom, bash, wake up, I set it off right.
Look around, and turn your wet dream to fright night.
You can call me R and B, homies, which stands for
See by big demand bringing glitz and glam
Like we in the past
Got the sickest plan to get bigger fans
Trim the fat cause my mission stands
Bringing
gonna get distracted by your charm
I figure this is the beginning, you intended some harm
Remain calm, it ain't no reason to drop the ball
you should
I'm takin' your kids' brains, you ain't gettin'em back
With a move of perfection, my dissection
Some call it lethal injection
I'm gonna fill'em with
to get it
Any means so it seems
And the good die young
At early teens in between
In the hood I'm from
We don't believe we could believe
Babies survivin'
lightning, aye
Little bitch wanna suck on my dick
Keep going and I’m gonna make you a star
Little snitch wanna run his mouth quick
Better zip it ‘fore I rip
It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It's either fist to the sky or get bit by the crowd. Well
how I am
It's called the Brown Crowd the life of this Mexican
-Chorus 2x-
::verse 3::
Back with verse three so let me kick it
I'm gonna make it quick
(Check check ...this happened for real ...baby bash..yo.. Frankie j.... obsession)
Well it's early in the morning
And my heart is feeling lonely
twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box
twisting, twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And you're never gonna be out of reach
There's a call-box
gonna want me back (oh oh oh)
You never miss a good thing 'til it leaves you
And finally, I realize that I need you (ooh)
I want you back
Baby
could tell by her moaning
In the morning in the morning
I know things could get all crazy
But you made it from the hating
I know, I know
Girl you
ain't trying to bash but it was like you was off your schedule
You was throwing more than jabs, I was like, "This nigga's incredible"
We had to fucking
Lordy, Lordy
Lordy, Lordy, Lordy
Play with your bad self
Come on, baby
Come here
Gotta get it
Got to get myself together
So many things I got
[Verse 1]
Microphone check let me get to the beat
Dedicated to you bitches, let me spit to you freaks
I'm gonna serve it to you straight a little
"Hello, no one is available to take your call
Please leave a message after the tone"
"Hey Tech, it's and, wishin you a Happy Halloween, baby
So
me see you get low
Fellas at the bar, won't you spend a little dough?
This is how I do it when I'm tearing up the floor
I came to party, baby
You
selling drugs
Whether it's in the states or foreign
Without being an informant
You just an average thug who has to forfeit
So the fact is
They'll get you
Children go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
Born,
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